A Story of Patience, Care, and Quiet Love

Everything has its time – living each day well is the best arrangement.

Now, whenever I paint apricots, these little moments resurface — sweet, light, and laced with nostalgia.

A quiet conversation between rose, dusk, and wind.

It wasn’t just the taste of strawberries—it was the taste of childhood, of patience rewarded, and of my mother’s gentle love.

She stood with such grace, her branches heavy with golden blooms, swaying ever so slightly in the wind — as if nodding a silent greeting.